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remmidemmi:

no regretsssss

nowisthewinter:

The Watsons can never resist messing with the Sherlocks. Never.

(Switching clothes was Joan’s idea.)

thescienceofobsession:

further-up-and-further-in:

It looks like he goes inside and gets teleported back outside, so he looks around sort of confused and tries again.

^THIS.

(Source: tinyarcher)

littlemisshamish:

Bad Sherlock.

blackmorgan:

It’s finished! And I’ve died and gone to heaven! <3

You want to remember - I was a soldier by ~teetotally

needsdungarees:

Hey tumblr. I’ve had this image in my head for a while now, so did a few scribbles, and made a stencil. Ta-dah! I think I’m happy with it… Have some Reichenbach feels.

ishipjohnlock247:

This is just so perfect I couldn’t resist blogging this again

(Source: holmeless-watson)

halorvic:

One day John refused to get into the car. Mycroft came to fetch him.

leonard

agentpaxieamor:

spastasmagoria:

daunt:

lazulisong:

daunt:

John Watson & Leonard McCoy….and company.

They would commiserate well in this sense, I think. Though on fundamental doctor levels I don’t think they would mesh, lol.

STILL, I will draw all the Army/Fleet Doctors ALL THE DAYS/NIGHT/DAY.

After a while, when all attempts at gaining any attention have failed, John looks at Dr McCoy. “Cuppa?” he says.

“Cuppa what?” says McCoy.

“Well, tea,” says John, “but under the circumstances, there’s a pub down a ways.”

“First sensible person I’ve met,” mourns McCoy, as they leave Sherlock and the pointy-eared man staring each other down coldly, “and it’s god knows how many years in the past.”

Oh my god. I love you.
Can I give you things?  My first born? Kittens?  ANYTHING? 

THIS IS REAL IN MY BRAIN

HEAD CANNON ACCEPTED